Ah, the seventies. The era when families would pile into their well-polished, nacho-cheese-colored Mercury Montegos with a smoldering grill jammed in the trunk, driving around until they found a manicured lawn or golf course, and then set up a frenzied, ad-hoc BBQ until the roving bands of Police Wolves detected the scent of charring mutton and goose patties and drove them off. Good times.
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Little Billy was forbidden from sitting with the family at their picnic.
He knows why.